Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Straight Outta Southside , by - G-Unit. Release date: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Straight Outta Southside |
| I don’t know what the FUCK y’all been doin' |
| But this what they want |
| I’d like to give a R.I.P. |
| in advance |
| To all my enemies, die quick nigga! |
| Straight outta Southside, crazy motherfucker named Bank-o |
| Crack rap, million dollar bankroll |
| Black 'Lac, with my outta state ho |
| These niggas talk gangsta but really ain’t though (no!) |
| I’m a stormy night, you a rainbow |
| I’m a G, tight clothes ain’t my thing bro |
| Fuck tha police with a HIV carrier |
| No Vaseline and an M-16 (yeah) |
| I’m ridin dirty but the Bent' pimp clean (yeah) |
| It got a body like I feed it Creatine |
| My birthstones are diamond, my favorite color’s green |
| I smoke lean and piss Louie the 13 (boy!) |
| Yeah, y’all motherfuckers shot my momma crib up |
| My sister, my niece in there |
| I’m gettin' y’all niggas hit for $ 500 |
| I’ma be in London motherfucker |
| My name is Yayo, a crazy nigga don’t play though |
| I hit your Planters peanut with the eight-oh |
| Al-Qaeda, expert murkin' |
| When all my niggas die they gon' have 80 virgins |
| In the 'burbs swervin, 'cause I’m drunk and I’m high |
| With that Glock, that pump, that MAC and fo'-five (break it down now!) |
| FUCK the police! |
| They killed Sean Bell (WHAT?) |
| FUCK the Feds! |
| I’ll still deal fishscale (WHAT?) |
| Mini-Me niggas wanna copy my style |
| But legal aid lawyers ain’t good for trial |
| Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's (I ain’t lyin'!) |
| Drop-top Phantom got him sick in his stomach, brrrrrat! |
| These niggas is weak son |
| Lookin like cookies 'n cream to me |
| God damn, a fly man, a heartbeat man |
| Niggas know any of these niggas can get it |
| Nigga this Boo-Boo, but you could call me 50 |
| Fuck with me the police will have to get me |
| 760-I, I ride, I’m a rider |
| Molotov, I toss that, you on fire |
| Beef pop, I stop talkin' and get quiet |
| And make the muzzle on the TEC look like it’s on fire |
| My shit jam and un-jam like I planned it |
| Like I was just takin' a breather, I’m back blammin' |
| I’m Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry, with the cannon |
| You shootin' back but you ain’t hittin' shit I’m still standin' |
| When shit don’t go down smooth I don’t panic |
| Switch pistols, switch hands, switch targets hit your man |
| Yeah, nigga I’m straight outta Southside |
| I’m back on that gorilla shit, that cold-hearted killer shit |
| Nigga stunt with your mouth wide |
| We move around militant, we trained for some iller shit |
| Muh’fucker, Southside! |